The wind tousled your hair as your broom sped through the air, the quaffle clutched in your hand as you made it to the Ravenclaw goal posts and threw it in right before the keeper could block it. The crowd roared and Lee Jordan exclaimed in the Gryffindor stands,
"Another 10 points for Gryffindor! L/n is on fire today" your momentary self-appreciation was cut short by a bludger almost hitting you square across the face, your fast reflexes went into action and you flew downwards, looking up you saw George bat it out of the way.
"Thanks!" you yelled and he gave you a thumbs up before going in the other direction.
The game with Ravenclaw was now tied and if you or your other two teammates could score in another quaffle, Harry could catch the snitch and win the game. You could almost taste the victory of the Quidditch cup.
Harry leaped into action already trying to locate the snitch, confident that Gryffindor would be able to score another goal, as soon as he moved Cho Chang was hot on his trail.
You flew up toward the sky to get a good view and see who was in possession of the quaffle. You couldn't see much except a blur of people below you. A mess of red hair appeared at your side giving you a wide grin,
"Phew, hell of a game Ravenclaws putting up," Fred said looking down along with you, sweat glistened his face and his cheeks were rosy from the exercise, anyone else would have probably looked very unattractive in this state, but there was something about Fred looking good all the time no matter what that just wasn't fair.
"Tell me about it Burrow almost knocked me off my broom twice, and Inglebee keeps throwing his bludger at me, George batted it only seconds ago"
"You've been incredible out there though," he said now looking at you, "you've scored 5 times! Alicia's scored twice, and Katie once" a faint blush crept on your cheeks. Fred usually always joked with you and having him compliment you caused strange sensations in your stomach.
